Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cure. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.